Storm Approaching

Snow predicted and the clouds certainly confirmed it. The level is dropping and standing in the streets of Mizzoo sounds less appealing than a book in front of the fire.
Driving home, the Bitterroots started to fill cracks and crannies with their dusting of snow and the low clouds came streaming in. The sun will bid an early good evening and my tummy is full of the best lobster bisque I've ever had.